Stereophonic Aftershock here. I am glad that you decided to check out the Danger Days rewrite.
I was going to rename this to 'Ray Guns and Alcohol', but it gets rid of the whole element of the fanfic. The names of Masquerade and Stereophonic will also remain the same.
Only two songs from Danger Days have been written in this time. Destroya, which has been released as a single by the band, and Na Na Na, which hasn't been shown to anyone.
This is Frerard, meaning Gerard Way and Frank Iero of My Chemical Romance are going to have sexy times.
On with the fanfic, don't forget to read and review.

Danger Days: The True Lives of The Fabulous Killjoys
Chapter One
Never Again

2014, the year of disaster.
That is what the year was known as by anyone on the outside; the ones who had not lost their families to war, or murder. It had outdone the horrific fires of 2012, the panic as people were left on their own, away from familiar faces and were held firmly in the hands of fate.
This is a world controlled by evil, by a brutal force, which threatened to wipe out the cycle that the human race had built for itself.
'Evil' goes by the name Korse. 'Evil' takes its form in a tallish bald man with a horde of mind-controlled people named 'Draculoids'.
Panic had spread across the Earth as men, women even children began to disappear, one by one. Amongst the terror, rose Better Living Industries. They saved the terrified citizens from their horror and sent out a message, to live a 'Better life'. No one ever knew why BL/ind done this. Was it for the money? Or was there a much deeper, sinister reason behind the supposed 'rescue'?
The answer was the latter, as found out by one, Robert Bryar.
The ex-drummer had learnt of a horrid truth about BL/ind, they had taken advantage of the chaos, and brainwashed the unsuspecting citizens, while murdering those who stood in their way.
It was what Bob had to do. He had to tell the members of My Chemical Romance the truth. He sent them a message telling them of BL/ind's plot. He had not been in the band since early 2010, but still kept a good friendship.
They received the message the same time Better Living had handed out pills. The medication was supposed to get rid of emotions such as anger, depression and anxiety. But the band didn't trust it. Those emotions were what made them human.
Shortly after sending the message, Bob was found hanging from a skyscraper with a ray gun burn to the back of his head.

The message was what caused the band to split up; they realised the danger they were in, and did not want to put their friends, families and fans in the firing line because of what they knew. Gerard and Frank knew they had to get away to protect their daughters. But then Ray found out about Christa's pregnancy, which made the leave a lot harder. Leaving their wives was the hardest thing the four men had ever done.

They left their previous lives behind, abandoned everything they were, and started new lives. Gerard, Ray, Mikey and Frank were dead. But their new alter egos Party Poison, Jet Star, Kobra Kid and Fun Ghoul were very much alive.
After a month of running from Draculoids that overpowered them, Steve Montano and Jimmy Euringer, two members of Poison's past life's wife's band- Mindless Self Indulgence, met hiding in an abandoned diner that had survived the fire and stealing Power Pup from the Drac hideouts, The Fabulous Killjoys.
Apparently, the two had also received a message about what was happening behind BL/ind's closed doors, but this message came from a Killjoy Follower calling herself Napalm Erotica. Dr Death Defying and Agent Cherri Cola, who both played an important part in getting messages across to the followers, now accompanied the original Killjoys. Dr D became a pirate radio host, keeping them informed of what was going on in the zones.

Agent Cherri Cola left the comfort of the diner; he looked for his fellow Killjoy at the gas station next door.
"Yo, Kobra!" Cola grinned, hi-fiving the younger Killjoy, "Did'ya hear? We're getting more followers by the second!"
Kobra Kid sighed; despite the amount of time he and his fellow Killjoys spent risking their lives against Better Living, it still pained him when younger, more innocent people decided to fight beside them.
"Anything else?" he asked looking up from his magazine impatiently. All this talk about followers and killing Dracs made him tired and nauseous.
"Yeah," Cola nodded for added emphasis, "We've found two Killjoy Followers in Zone Six. Poison wants you there with us."
"Why?"
Cola just shrugged and threw his arm around Kobra's shoulder. He led the blond into the diner where they met the five new followers.
Party Poison turned to see who the two new arrivals were, sighing in relief when his brother and friend met him. He turned back to the followers, letting his long red hair fall in his face, "State your names," he said almost emotionlessly.
One of the four girls stepped forwards; she wore a torn Black Parade jacket. Her black and green hair framed her pale cheeks with a side parting. She grinned towards Cola as she tucked a few locks behind her ear, "I'm Napalm Ero-*giggle*-tica," she then burst into a fit of silent giggles.
Two other girls rolled their eyes. One of them was a ginger, she had multiple piercings around her eyebrows, lips, nose, you get the picture. She wore black skinny jeans with a green chequered shirt over a plain yellow one. A beanie hat held her hair in place while she said, "I'm Crash Poison."
The other girl wore a lot of black. She wore black skinny jeans with laces on (also black) and a dusty version of a Black Parade jacket over a black t-shirt. Her hair was the only colourful thing about her appearance, as it was red and green. A black and silver Masquerade (the ball) type mask covered most of her face, "I'm Black Masquerade," she told them.

The next (and last) girl who decided to introduce herself had orangey-brown coloured hair with red tips. She was the only one wearing a dress, which was white and worn with black fishnet tights and black studded boots. She had pale light green eyes, as opposed to Napalm and Masquerade's dark ones. She wore a leopard print belt with ninja stars on, "I'm Synthestetic Flame."
The last person, the only male, was a short kid with longish-black hair, except the ends were now dusty neon pink. He wore a yellow scarf with a picture of a blue lightning bolt on it. The boy had emerald green eyes, and was even paler than Napalm.
He raised his right hand, and simply stated, "Electrifying Romance, sexy sex God in training."
Masquerade snorted at the declaration, earning a glare from Romance.
"What?" Romance muttered, "You jealous?"
"Jealous of what Romance? Your lack of height? Your inability to cut your fucking hair?"
Romance pulled a face, "Of my ability to look this good, Masquerade."
Flame laughed.

Poison gave a sigh of exasperation, "… You people are very strange…" he stood up, "Now I'm off to kill some plants!"
Cherri Cola rolled his eyes, "No."
Party Poison pouted as Cola sat him (Poison) back down on the bar stool, "Meanie."
Jet Star sighed and raised an eyebrow to Kobra Kid when Fun Ghoul proceeded to sneak hug his taller friend.
Flame, being one of the only two normal followers, cleared her throat, "So…" she said while Crash fiddled with one of her over 9000 piercings, "Are we in?"
Kobra nodded, he was the one to speak for the others if Poison could not, and as Ghoul was practically strangling Poison, it might have counted.
Just might…

Crash grinned and hi-fived Napalm and Flame, while Romance started to perform a twisted version of a victory dance.
"What the hell is THAT?" Jet asked, "It looks like a cross between the chicken dance and someone needing a piss!"
Romance stopped mid-step, his foot hovering in the air, "Uh..." he turned to face a smirking Masquerade, "Why don't you explain hun?"
The girl nodded, still smirking, "You see," every eye fell on her after hearing her serious tone, "Romance is a sex addict."
Everyone turned to face Romance to see his reaction. To their surprise, he was nodding.
"Yeah. I'm addicted to sex. That's TOTALLY why I have my own victory dance," he answered sarcastically, "Idiot."
Cola raised an eyebrow towards Napalm, "Are they-"
"Always like this?" she answered for him. After receiving a nod she continued, "Yeah. They're insane."
"Actually," Romance piped up, "If you check the Wikipedia page for insanity, you'll see that-"
"Shut. Up," Crash said.

Fun Ghoul finally let go of Poison and cleared his throat. He made his way over to the bar, blushing slightly as he sat down, feeling Kobra's eyes on him.
Poison was mentally disturbed, maybe even scarred for life. He stood up and walked over to Ghoul with wide eyes. After a minute of making Ghoul think he was safe, the red-haired male smacked the shorter on the back of the head, "Dumbass."
Cola placed his finger to his ear where an earpiece was, "Agent Cherri Cola... Cheetos... Are you sure? Alright, out."
He turned around to see Flame staring at him with wide eyes, "I wasn't talking to myself," he reassured her. After receiving a nod to indicate that she believed him, Cola walked behind the bar and over to a television that sat in the corner of the ceiling. The man turned it on and watched intently as a news report from Fact News started.
"The government are currently searching for a group of outlaws calling themselves The Fabulous Killjoys. Their presence has threatened to take down all of BLI's factories and units. They have even stolen government property in order to aid them in their war against us. We have footage of one of the Killjoys in a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W warehouse."
On the screen appeared one of the Killjoys walking past tables that were covered in items of clothing, ray guns and other weapons. He walked past a uniform looking suspiciously like the one belonging to Mikey Way over ten years before. The Killjoy picked up a MOUSEKAT helmet and left the warehouse.
"Better Living Industries believe that The Fabulous Killjoys are responsible for the disappearances of many civilians, including-"
Cola cut the news report off and looked at Poison, "You stole it from the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit?"
Party Poison shrugged, "Little bit, yeah."
Cola groaned in exasperation, "Poison-"
"Quit being such a killjoy!" Poison interrupted. He realised the irony of the statement and said, "Hey! I made a pun!"
The others just face palmed.

~End of Chapter~

I am going to split this chapter off halfway through what I did last time. I think the original chapters were too long, and to be honest, they were not entirely worth the wait.
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